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I don’t think you understand. Treat me as an elder brother, if you like. I would not have him know—now—for the world. Have you been away from Morningside Park?” “I’m not interrupting you?” “You are. Nothing has gone wrong here?" "Nothing whatever," replied Ireton. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. “Ritter’s!” said Ramage to the driver, “Dean Street. We shall be equally matched. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. So I introduced him to my father-in-law like a shot.
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